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Arsenal sets mode: +pn 
Arsenal changes topic to "Due to a scavenge through the rules, all PCs 
have 2 more attacks/melee than before."
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<Kasia> Hihi!
<Arsenal> 'lo Kasia
<Kasia> Ooh, funfun!
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<Kasia> @ topic. :)
<Arsenal> 'lo KJ
KillJoy_ is now known as Trent
<Trent> Allo
<Arsenal> Kasia: Yeah... It came to my attention that all PCs start w/ 
2 attacks/melee before adding combat bonuses.
Trent whistles nonchalantly, adjusts his Charsheet
<Arsenal> heh
<Arsenal> How many is that for our resident muscle?
<Trent> Oh, only *7*
<Arsenal> heh
<Trent> Now all I need is to learn the Elite Robot Power Armor 
skill....just kidding.  =)
<Arsenal> I thought you were going for Paired Weapons?
<Trent> *shrug* I'll prolly be getting that first
Trent buffs his new spiffy helmet thing
<Arsenal> You gonna use that as a helmet, or hood ornament?
<Trent> *shrug* How could I use it as a hood ornament?  I have no car.
<Arsenal> You ride shotgun for Sergio a lot...
<Trent> Point.
Trent actually completely sure what he's going to do with it, just 
likes the general concept of having it.
<Trent> +isn't.
<Arsenal> Trent's first trophy.
<Trent> *chuckle* Yeah, I suppose.
<Arsenal> well, it'll be two hours until the others are due to show 
up... wonder if Malik's gonna show for a change...
<Trent> That'd be a first.
<Arsenal> Mac's got him now.
<Trent> Ohh.  Cool, we've got a new Malik!
<Arsenal> *nod*
Trent looks around, realises he needs to grap his dice.
Kasia pulls up her randomnumber proggy. ;)
Trent looks at his last sentence, sprays his typist with rapidly moving 
lead.
Kasia notes that the 'options' meny for this program only includes 
'exit' ;)
<Arsenal> heh
Trent looks under the H2H skills in the Rifts book....paired weapons 
developes at level 7. It's not a WP
Arsenal looks at the other sourcebooks he has...
Trent seems to have been thinking of TMNT
<Arsenal> WP: Paired Weapons is available in my game..
<Trent> Where?
Arsenal looks at the book... Palladium Fantasy main book.
<Arsenal> and I'm looking through the other books to find it.
<Trent> It doesn't seem to be in the Rifts book.
<Arsenal> not the *main* Rifts book, at least
<Trent> Yeah....I need to get more.  *ponder the Juicer Uprisings*
<Arsenal> Well... let's just say that Paired Weapons is available.  
I'll have a listing of *all* skills shortly.
<Trent> 'kay.
<Arsenal> I've got a dozen books to page through...
Kasia ponders buying *any* Rifts books. ;)
Trent chuckles.
<Arsenal> heh
<Arsenal> Main book helps a lot...
<Arsenal> actually, the main book from *any* of the games will help 
quite a bit.
<Arsenal> There's the Palladium Fantasy RPG, Heroes Unlimited, Rifts, 
Robotech, Beyond the Supernatural, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and 
Other Madness, and at least one other that escapes me right now.
<Kasia> The * book will help a lot. ;)
<Kasia> Fun!
<Arsenal> all of which use the same basic system.
Arsenal has 14 books... *ouch*
<Trent> Ars: UL going to be here?
<Arsenal> He says he is...
<Arsenal> He was in earlier
<Arsenal> All we're waiting on is Mac and JR, really.
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<Trent> Allo
N`Mor blinks? Neat.
<Arsenal> 'lo N`Mor
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<Kasia> n'more N`Mor.
Kasia ducks, covers
<Trent> *groan*
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<DarkSide> uw
<DarkSide> ow too
DarkSide is now known as N`Mor
<Trent> re, N'Mor
Arsenal works on that Mega-Skills List.
<Arsenal> "Brewing" is listed under "Medical" :)
<Arsenal> I might make it available in this game.
<Trent> *chuckle*
<N`Mor> Errrrr
<N`Mor> :)
Trent has the feeling UL's going to be learning that.
<Arsenal> and the "Military" group just increased in size...
<Arsenal> heh
<Trent> *blink*  
<Trent> Oh, duh.  Nevermind.
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<Arsenal> 'lo UL
UpLink is now known as vander
vander is now known as Vander
N`Mor uses the hobbit for a footstool
Trent waves to the short one.
Vander takes a hacksaw to N'Mor's hoof
Trent wonders whether to use the GB head as a helmet or just keeping it 
as a trophy.
<N`Mor> ow
<Vander> Trent: Helmet
<Vander> So all we're waiting for is JR and Mac?
<Trent> Ja.
<Vander> ok
<N`Mor> KS is playing Malik now?
<N`Mor> (theoretically)
<Arsenal> supposedly
N`Mor hrmmms, wonders if we can get Malik in jail somehow.
<N`Mor> All his M** characters are all in jail.
<N`Mor> %)
<Vander> :)=
Trent chuckles
You are now known as Ars_AFK
Vander food gets
Vander awaits the pre-game tradition to begin
N`Mor maims Vander and idles
N`Mor disappears into the void <[9:24 PM]:> BBIAF  <[Log:ON]>
Vander opens an Inflat-O-Bunker
Trent shrugs. If you insist.
Trent pulls out a 10mm pulse rifle, liberally sprays HE rounds into 
Vander along with a few 30mm grenades.
<Vander> ouch
Trent puts away the pulse rifle, seeing as how it isn't IC.
<N`Mor> Neither is maiming Vander
<N`Mor> :)
Vander gets some decent gaming music cued
<Trent> Point.
Trent punches Vander in the head, seeing as how it'll probably do about 
as much damage.
<Vander> ow
Trent decides to not maim the short one any more, polishes his shiny 
new helmet/trophy
Vander thinks of several more sketches he could do for the game >:)
<Trent> Kewl.
<Vander> Vander goes streaking past N'mor, Trent, and Steve (all 
holding mugs of their favourite drink) being chased by a horde of Orcs. 
N'Mor, "Should we help him?" Trent, "Nah. He still has a pretty good 
lead on 'em."
<Vander> :)
<Trent> *ROFLMAO*
<Vander> This game is likely to produce a number of sketches :)
<Vander> At least I won't get bored :)
<Vander> Heehee Vander waves a monkey wrench at N'Mor. "Monkey WRENCH! 
Monkey WRENCH! it's a *tool*, not an activity!"
<Trent> *blink*
<Vander> Trent: i know. Stupid monkey joke
You are now known as Arsenal
<Trent> re, Ars
<Arsenal> 're all
<Vander> re Ars
Arsenal wonders if Steve and Malik are gonna be in tonight...
<Vander> Ars: Dunno
Trent shrugs
<Vander> Should we wait a few more minutes, or get started?
<Arsenal> A few more...
<Arsenal> JR's got a tendency to show up at the very last minute
<Vander> ok
<Arsenal> well... to recap the last session:
<Arsenal> after leaving Odessa, you stopped in a small town for lunch.  
While there, the local temple was sacked by Orcs, Orges, and Wolfen.
<Vander> Ars: I'm assuming those Wolfen were of the Coyle variety?
<Arsenal> this force was led by a Glitter Boy, who was summarily smate.
N`Mor returns from the void <[VoiD]>
<Vander> While Vander ended up getting trapped under a smeely Ogre's 
armpit for most of the fight
<Vander> -smeely +smelly
<Arsenal> As it turns out, the Wolfen got away with a holy artifact 
that protected the town from supernatural menaces.
Trent thinks he needs some grenades. =)
<Arsenal> Now, as Steve and Malik are not here... looks like I'm RPing 
them... again.
<N`Mor> Yeehaw
<Arsenal> oh, yes... one thing I forgot...
Vander hides in his Inflat-O-Bunker
<Arsenal> Vander's bike was trashed, the hubs bent.
<Vander> Oh. OK i thought you were gonna get your pre-game shots in
<Trent> Vander: We did that.
<Arsenal> No... that starts now. :)
N`Mor gets his pregame shots in.
<Vander> eep
Trent waves his hand vaguely at Vander Nothing seems to happen.
Trent watches a rather large shadow appear around Vander rapidly 
getting larger.
Trent laughs his head off as the moon impacts Vander
<Trent> *CRUNCH*
<Trent> (so I'm using my aliases for this.  Sue me.)
<Vander> We're ready to start, then?
N`Mor sues Trent for fiddy cent
<N`Mor> I think Aris is still idle
Trent pokes Kasia. You awake?
<Arsenal> hold on one moment, gang...
<Arsenal> we got someone downstairs trying to get in... I gotta get him 
settled
<Vander> Must be Ars' retired Navy friend from next door. Go Army! Beat 
Navy! :)
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N`Mor digs out his charsheet
<Trent> Lance?
<Lance_> hi
<Vander> Hey LAnce
<Arsenal> Okay... Lance is downstairs on the other machine.
<Vander> Ars: Who's Lance?
<Arsenal> UL: you know him as Bill
<Vander> Ars: Ah! >:D
<Lance_> I kind of suck at these cpu's so sory if it takes me a while
<Arsenal> He's less comp-literate than you.
<Vander> Ars: I know :)
<Lance_> hi paul
<Arsenal> BTW, Lance, what was yer char's OCC again?
<Lance_> what is a char
<Arsenal> yer character
<Vander> Lance: Vander, if you please. :)
<Lance_> oh
<Lance_> glitterboy
<Arsenal> c'mon, Lance, I thought you've done gaming before.
Trent winces, is definitely using his trophy as a helmet
<Lance_> I dont know what you mean
<Vander> What? Another mech-type person to babysit??? Sheez, an 
Operator's work's never done!
Trent idly suggests everyone gets ear protection
<Vander> Trent; i'm not tthat bad :)
<Vander> -t
<Arsenal> No, he means for the Boom Gun...
<Trent> *chuckle* I was referring to the GB.
<Vander> Oh
<Lance_> I like to be LOUD!!!!!
<Arsenal> Anyways... Kasia, N`Mor, Trent, Vander, Steve, Malik, and 
Sergio are still at the town...
<Lance_> who are we wating for
<Arsenal> Lance: Steve, aka J-Rock.  the "leader" of this motley crew.
<Lance_> Oh thats cool
<Lance_> Hay vander how are my favr-irot sheepole
<Arsenal> wrong shared universe, Lance...
<Vander> Lance: New Sheeple are up at http://mutton.sandwich.net :)
<Arsenal> Okay... shall we get underway?
<Lance_> looking forword to seeing them (I cant spell for my life sorry
<Vander> Oi! Yah! Be about time, wot!
Trent pokes Kasia some more...wake up.
<Arsenal> Lance: since your char's not part of the "team" yet, keep 
things OOC, plz.
Vander stands by his Hog, fuming over the bent rims
<Vander> "These'll take all friggin' day ta get fixed!
<Vander> "
<Trent> *to Vander* "Can you use some help?"
<Vander> *to Trent* "Yah. That'd be appreciated.
<Vander> "
<Arsenal> Steve and Malik turn to decipher the map Vander'd cooked up 
(from last session)
<Arsenal> Steve turns to Vander and Trent.  "How soon can repairs be 
made?"
Trent shrugs.
<Vander> "Well, With me Hog, that water cannon t'be mounted yet, and 
few other details, we're looking at least 4 hours."
N`Mor leans against his truck, chewing on this morning's breakfast.
<Trent> *to Vander "By the way, are you able to recharge eclips?  I 
fired off a few."
Lance_ idles
<Vander> *to Trent* "I should be able to."
Lance_ pollish boom gun
<Trent> "Good.  First, the bike, I guess."
Vander starts repairs to his bent rims
<Arsenal> Well, since the team isn't going anywheres anytime soon, 
let's skip ahead a few hours.
Arsenal pokes Kasia
<Vander> 
*tirestriphammerhammerhammerhammerthumbsmackCURSESWEAROUCHhammerhammerh
ammer*
<Trent> *whatVandersaid*
<Arsenal> Okay... Kasia's AFK... which means her character still hasn't 
come out of the trance she slipped into at the end of last session.
<Arsenal> and snoozing in the VHT's rumble seat.
<Vander> "Looks like somebody's gonna hafta drive her little Hitler 
Mobile."
<Trent> "I am NOT driving that thing."
<Arsenal> Malik looks at Vander.  "It stays here until we get back."
Lance_ is still doing minor repaires in my far off land
N`Mor <ooc> really needs to take some time to recover.. ISP's looking 
bad. ;)
<Arsenal> Steve calls the team over...
Vander finishes with his Hog, starts mounting the water cannon.
<Arsenal> N`M: How badly?
<Arsenal> Steve calls over, "Vander!  Put that water cannon aside for 
now!"
<N`Mor> Bit more than half left. Another battle would prolly eat that 
up fast.
<Vander> "Roit, chief!"
<Arsenal> Malik calls, "Get over here, short stuff."
Vander wanders over to see what Steve has for the group
Trent follows the runt now that Vander's bike is fixed.
N`Mor straightens up, swallows breakfast/lunch and saves it for dinner, 
trudging over to his 'boss.'
<Arsenal> Vander, Trent, N`Mor: Steve's drawn a rough map in the dirt, 
showing various landmarks.
Vander digs his pipe into his tobacco pounch, tamps it down, and lights 
up.
<Trent> *to Steve* "Where are we goin'?"
<Vander> "Whut we got here, Steve?"
<Arsenal> "From the black box Vander recovered we managed to piece 
together an idea of where the GB and crew came from, and where the 
Stone was taken."
N`Mor grunts. "So we are going to help these people?"
<Arsenal> He gestures to the far side of the map, which is westerly...
<Vander> *to N'Mor* "Why not? We're headed south anyway."
<Trent> *to NM* "Yeah, I think we will."
<Arsenal> "We have to, big guy."
N`Mor grunts, and shrugs. "If you say so."
<Arsenal> "Now, I reckon it's a good thirty miles or so until we get to 
the lair of whoever that GB's boss is."
<Arsenal> "An easy twenty minutes in this terrain."
Trent nods. "Lets get moving."
<Arsenal> "What we're looking for is a cave of some sort... something 
that can house a GB."
<Arsenal> brb
Vander blows a thoughtful smoke ring. "Oughtn't we see if th' natives 
know whut's over that way?"
Lance_ 'the glitterboy is fixed and ready for action
Trent scratches his chin. "Hmm...not a bad idea."
N`Mor idly spins the cylinder on his revolver. "Perhaps I should find 
some spare ammunition."
<Trent> "Probably not a bad idea."
<Vander> *to N'Mor* "Oi. Why doncha go see if that ammo I had the 
blacksmith make is ready?"
N`Mor nods to the short one, and trudges off to the smithy's shop.
<Arsenal> the ammo's ready... he never left his post during the 
fighting
<Vander> Silver buckshot :)
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> I had 70 rounds made
<Arsenal> right... mark it down on yer sheet.
<N`Mor> Is there a general store or something where I might find some 
Magnum rounds?
Trent goes over to the blacksmith to see if he has anything modern 
sitting around...like grenades.
<Arsenal> N`M: yes... all towns have a general store...
<Arsenal> Trent: check the store...
<N`Mor> Ars: Okay.. duh. :)
<Arsenal> nearly all of them have black market connections.
<Arsenal> and let's keep the store scene *short* this time :)
<N`Mor> Mmm, black market. :9
<Trent> *chuckle*
<N`Mor> Ars: I was gonna make it mostly ooc ;)
<Trent> *to blacksmith* "Do you have any hand grenades for sale?"
<Vander> Ars<OOC> I still have 2 bars of raw silver
Vander heads over to the store for some replacement grenades for his 
mortars
<N`Mor> Ars: How much for 120 rounds and maybe three speedloaders?
Lance_ zzzzzzzgrntskutzzzzzzzzz
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<Arsenal> N`M: make it 500 pesos
<Arsenal> Trent: grenades are 5000 pesos each
<Trent> Ars: Frag grenades?
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Vander> Ars: What would the cost be for incindiary grenades?
<Arsenal> the plasma grenades are 7000 pesos
<Vander> preferrably white phosphorus
<N`Mor> what was the exchange rate again?
<Trent> 10 pesos = 1 credit, IIRC
<Arsenal> 10 pesos = $1
<Arsenal> no credits
N`Mor retrieves the hobbit's ammo, wanders to the general store and 
retrieves what he needs, pays the owner, and returns, bearing the 
fruits of his search
<Trent> sorry
<Arsenal> Malik grumbles.  "Are we ready to go yet?"
Trent buys a pair of frag grenades, goes outside.
N`Mor gives Vander his ammo.
Vander buys 10 plasma grenades
<Vander> "Thanx, N'Mor."
N`Mor loads up his speedloaders, and places them in his pouch. He 
reloads his revolver, and sticks it in his belt. "I am ready."
<Trent> *to Malik* "Don't get yer panties in a bind, skullboy.  We're 
coming."
Vander heads back out to the supply truck and finishes mounting the 
water cannon
<Arsenal> "Leave the cannon alone, Vander," Steve calls over. "We need 
you on this caper.  The cannon can wait."
<Arsenal> "LOAD UP!" Steve calls.  "We have us a Stone to retreive!"
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<Vander> "Roit!" *gets over to his Hog, revs it up*
<Arsenal> brb... changing servers...
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<Trent> re, Ars
N`Mor gestures at Kasia's Bug. "We are just going to leave her here?"
<Trent> NM: <ooc> She's in Steve's....thing.
<Arsenal`> Steve says, "The Bug, yes.  She's still in my VHT's jump 
seat.
N`Mor grunts, nods, shrugs, and climbs behind the wheel of his rig, not 
necessarily in that order.
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<Trent> Schiesse!
<N`Mor> Hmm... whoops
<Arsenal`> splits...
<Arsenal`> slip out for a breather.
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<Arsenal`> 're Kasia
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<Arsenal`> 're incoming.
<Trent> re, Kasia, UL, Lance.
<Lance_> I spllit
<UpLink> re
<UpLink> re incoming
<Kasia> Okay, I live.
<Trent> Kasia: Oh, good.
<UpLink> Where'd we leave off?
<Trent> UL: We're leaving.
<Arsenal`> Steve had just given the order to move out.
<UpLink> OK
<Arsenal`> Kasia: yer still in the VHT, right?
UpLink pulls his Hog up next to the Hover Tank
<Arsenal`> UL: change yer nick
N`Mor fires up his rig with a roar, and pulls in behind the VHT
UpLink is now known as Vander
Trent hovers over next to everyone else
<Arsenal`> okay..
<Arsenal`> Sergio fires up the supply truck...
<Arsenal`> Malik takes point, as usual.
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<Trent> *sigh*
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> Bad idea for the supply truck to come along
<Arsenal`> yes... but where's Sergio gonna be?
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> Getting the water cannon only halfmounted left it 
in no condition to travel
<Arsenal`> d'ya think Sergio knows that?
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> Leave Sergio in town for now
<Trent> Vander: I'll take care of that.
<Vander> OK
<Arsenal`> Okay... the team is en route...
<Trent> Ars: -Sergio
<Arsenal`> 20 minutes and thirty miles later, Malik spots a cave.
Vander pops a grenade into his mortars and powers up his laser rifle
<Arsenal`> Guys... don't second-guess the GM.  
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> roit
Trent backs off, hands raised in the international sign of surrender 
<ooc, of course>
<Arsenal`> Steve pulls up outside the cave...  the cave is large enough 
to house a few GBs, but only single-file.  There is no way the VHT or 
the supply truck could fit in there.
<Arsenal`> "We go on foot," is all Steve says.
N`Mor pulls his rig to a halt, sliding out of the driver's seat. This 
time he makes sure to bring his C-27.
<Trent> "Shit.  What about Kasia?"
<Arsenal`> <ooc> I'll attempt to RP her.
<Trent> <ooc> Oh.
Trent lands next to the cave enterance
<Arsenal`> Kasia draws her laser pistol.
<Arsenal`> Steve pulls out his LP-20 Laser Rifle.
<Arsenal`> Malik stays in his armor.
<Trent> "I'll take point in here."
<Arsenal`> Sergio takes one of the assault rifles from the truck, 
careful to grab a few clips of standard ammo.
<Arsenal`> "Lead the way, Trent," Steve says.
N`Mor brings up the rear. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the dim light 
of the cave.
Trent proceeds down the cave, being careful to watch for traps or 
anything else suspicious.
<Arsenal`> Kasia sticks close to Steve..
Trent pauses a moment to remove his helmet and put on his multi-optics 
helmet
<Vander> Trent: <OOC> In Bahlakese body language, that gesture means 
"kill me" :)
<Arsenal`> Fifteen minutes into the cave, you spot what appears to be a 
door in the wall, cleverly disguised.
Trent stops at the door, tries to figure out how to open it.
N`Mor pulls the M.O.H. he owns from his backpack, and slips it on. The 
thing is heavily modified for his skull, and is held together by 
exhorbitant amounts of duct tape
<Arsenal`> the door is locked.
Vander pulls his laser rifle off it's mount and  keeps his shotgun 
ready in its back holster
<Vander> *to Trent* "She'll be safe enough in the VHT."
Vander sniffs the cave air. "Smells like a ruddy goblin-warren, it 
does."
Vander looks at the door for traps
<Arsenal`> No traps...
<Arsenal`> but there is an obvious lock..
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<Arsenal`> 're Aris
<Aris_TGD> Sorry, power outage.
Trent grumbles. "Vander, can you open that?"
<Vander> "Think i should try jimmying the lock, or would one of you 
like to try an' kick it in?"
<Vander> Aris: <OOC> Bummer
<Trent> "I'd prefer not to announce us.
<Trent> +"
<Arsenal`> Vander: roll for Pick Locks
<Arsenal`> percentile
<N`Mor> *There is a soft whine as N'Mor powers up his C-27*
<Aris_TGD> <OOC> Hell, yeah. What'd I miss? Am I still conked out 
somewhere?
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<Vander> Ars: <OOC> Percentile dice?
Lance_ zzzzzzzzzzsnorz
<Arsenal`> 'lo Malik
MacRae is now known as Malik
<Malik> ello
<Trent> Allo, Malik.
<Vander> <OOC> Our resident Nazi babysitter has finally arrived! :)
<Arsenal`> heh...
<Trent> Aris: Yer with the rest of us in a cave.
<Arsenal`> Okay... take 5 while I recap what's happened.
<N`Mor> Malik: I wanna see if we can get this char locked up too. %) ;)
<Malik> <OOC> I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, so be tolerant. 
;)
<Arsenal`> Malik: just play an absolute mean guy. :)
<Malik> I can do that. %)
<Malik> Stick-up-the-ass mean or malevolent mean?
<Arsenal`> Okay... the team has tracked the Stone of Protection to this 
cave.
<Trent> Malik: Keep in mind, yer an asshole.  A prohuman bigot.  A 
trained bully in power armor.
<Arsenal`> Malik: Yes.
<Malik> Oh boy. >%)
<Trent> (can you tell you and I don't seem to get along too well?)
<Arsenal`> Malik gets along with nobody but Steve... and even then 
there's some resentment.
<Vander> Ars: Percentile dice, or 1D20?
<Arsenal`> Vander: percentile
<Trent> Yeah, but Steve's Malik's immediate superior officer, so...  =)
<N`Mor> Malik: You'd really like to shoot me in particular, and are 
probably looking for any reason at all. ;)
<Vander> OK. Rolled 35 +15% bonus
<Trent> Aris: Nick.
<N`Mor> Ars: How do skill percentiles work, anyway?
Aris_TGD is now known as Kasia
<Trent> NM: Roll under the % to succeed.
<Arsenal`> Okay... skill percentiles work like this:
<Vander> Malik: <OOC> What N'Mor said for me too
<N`Mor> Ahh
N`Mor never figured that out.
<Arsenal`> what Trent said... and any bonuses are added onto the 
character's skill when rolled.
<Arsenal`> so Vander, the 35 was all you needed to say...
<Arsenal`> and the roll failed.
<Arsenal`> Trent: I've always done the top percentile...
<Vander> "Tough lock."
Trent grumbles. "Okay, we'll do this the hard way."
<Arsenal`> i.e. a skill is 45%... you need a 55 or better to succeed.
N`Mor wonders if he can melt the lock. :)
Trent puts his helmet back on, prepares to kick the door down.
Kasia looks at the guys, rolls her eyes - macho men.
Malik just crosses his arms and snorts annoyedly.
<N`Mor> of course, I could screw up and fuse it instead. ;)
<Arsenal`> the door has an SDC of 600
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<Trent> <ooc> Okay, this could take a couple kicks.
<N`Mor> Doh
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<Kasia> <OOC> Could I pick it with teek?
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<Arsenal`> split... :P
<Vander> I hate splits
<Trent> re, all
<Arsenal`> Kasia: you could...
Malik didn't do it!
<Lance_> vander am I on line
<Vander> re all
<Arsenal`> 're incoming...
<Vander> Lance: Yes
Kasia glares at the assembled, then goes to put a hand on the lock.
<Vander> "Wait a sec, babe! Me picks are still in the lock!"
<Lance_> vg
<Kasia> "Then get them out, runt."
Trent looks down at Kasia. "What are you doing?"
<Arsenal`> Kasia: roll percentile...
<Arsenal`> brb
Vander pulls his picks out
<Kasia> "Hold on a sec. This takes concentration."
<Kasia> 86. Not good, I take it.
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<Kasia> ... there's my answer? ;)
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<Vander> Kasia: good rool, actually
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<N`Mor> well, that's kind of annoying. ;)
Trent nails Malik and Lance to the channel...stay.
<Lance-> sorry i split
Vander nails Malik and Lance to the channel floor. "Stay!"
<N`Mor> Lance: Not much you can do but ride the waves.
<Trent> Vander: Outta my head!
<Vander> Trent: No :)
<Trent> Vander: Yes!  It's crowded enough in here as it is!
<Trent> Anyway...
<Kasia> Van: That's my job. ;)
<Vander> Trent: Not from what I see. Plenty of room in here for a pool 
and some lounge chairs :)
Trent beats the crap out of Vander with a Cold Squid.
<Vander> Kasia :)
<Arsenal`> back... where were we?
<Vander> Owie :)
<Trent> Ars: Kasia's trying to pick the lock with TK
<Arsenal`> what'd she roll?
<Kasia> I just rolled an 86 on my teek lockpicking
<Trent> 86
<Arsenal`> the lock opens
Kasia grins smugly at Trent.
<Trent> "Huh, good job."
<Vander> "Hmph! Beginner's luck!"
Trent walks through the now open door, rifle at the ready
<Arsenal`> Kasia: you spent 10 ISP for that.
Kasia stands back and lets the rest lead the way, seeing as <ooc> she 
still doesn't know what the heck's going on.
<Arsenal`> Trent: the sight before you astounds everyone...
Malik walks through the door afterwards
<Vander> "Wowie! Wouldja lookit that?!"
<Arsenal`> it's a large pile of gems, precious metals, jewelry, and the 
like...
<Trent> Kasia: We're in the cave that all of the Stuff in the last 
session came from.
<Arsenal`> easily worth a king's ransom.
Kasia shoulders her way into the door, and her jaw hits the floor.
Trent shakes his head. "I don't trust this."
<Malik> <OOC> Hey ars. I dunna have the sheet with me. What type of gun 
does this guy have.
<Kasia> -door +room whatever
<Vander> "CraP! Dragon lair! Gotta be a dragon lair! Uncle Bilbie tol' 
me all about 'em!"
<Arsenal`> Malik: Railgun...
Vander refuses to enter the room
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
<Trent> Malik: Yer in SAMAS power armor.
<Arsenal`> I believe I listed the SAMAS stats in the sheet.
Malik blinks, then blinks again.
<Arsenal`> Steve looks over the horde, and whistles appreciatively.
Trent looks around for any more doors, and anything overly suspicious. 
(not counting the large pile of apparently ungaurded valuables as 
suspicious)
<Kasia> "O'kane..." Kasia mutters under her breath
<Vander> "Ye got that right, babe. Big treasure, bigger dragon. He's 
gotta be lurkin' about somewheres!"
N`Mor looks at the large pile, his eyes wide. "Impressive."
Kasia doesn't *give* about other doors and such, glares at Van, and 
starts forward.
Vander glances back over his shoulder
Malik turns to Vander. "Shut up."
<Arsenal`> Steve looks around.  "No dragon, Vander.  This place doesn't 
reek of them."
<N`Mor> Hmm.. anyone else speak dragnoese? %)
<Vander> *to Malik* "You shut up."
<N`Mor> err, dragonese
Trent does
<Arsenal`> there are several doors here.
Trent shakes his head. "This has to be a trap."
N`Mor walks up to the pile, and picks up a very large gem. "Most 
impressive."
<Kasia> "I'm just going to grab this stuff before it dissapears, and 
deal with traps later.
Vander stays out of the room
Kasia grabs some of the flashy gems and shoves them in her pockets
<Arsenal`> There is a blinding flash of light, along with a very loud 
thunderclap.
<Trent> "Fine.  Have it your way.  Don't blame me when we get 
ambushed."
<Arsenal`> roll a 20.
<Vander> "EEP! DRAGON!!!"
Kasia glances up. "Uhh... shit?" she asks succinctly
Malik startles, hoisting his railgun.
N`Mor groans as his nightvision lenses go white, blinding him.
Trent is suddenly glad he's wearing 'is helmet, prolly isn't blinded.
<Kasia> 12
<N`Mor> 8
<Trent> 8
<Vander> 4
<Trent> Any modifiers?
<Vander> Yet another suckie roll
<Arsenal`> Trent: nope.
<Arsenal`> Steve rolls an 8
<Malik> <OOC> Errr... I hath nothing to roll.
Vander hurls his 1D20 across the room
<Arsenal`> Sergio rolls a 7
<Arsenal`> Malik: I'll roll for you, then..
<Kasia> <ooc> Malik, want me to roll for you?
<Arsenal`> 8
<N`Mor> KS: What irc client you use?
<Arsenal`> You are all deaf and blinded.
<Trent> *to Kasia* "I told you so, dammit!"
<Kasia> "I can't hear you!"
<Trent> <ooc> What about my spiffy tin hat?
<Arsenal`> Trent: it got around it.
<Trent> "WHAT!?!"
<Vander> "Dragon! 'Elp! 'Elp! Dragon! Dragon! DRAGON!!!
<Vander> "
<Malik> NM: m'hurk.
Kasia blinks rapidly, then reaches out blindly to see if she can grab 
some more gems by touch
<N`Mor> ks: Gah.. too bad, I have a rollscript for virc. ;)
Trent drops into a crouch, waits for his vision and hearing to come 
back.
<Arsenal`> N'Mor: what're your senses like?
<Arsenal`> All: roll a 20 again?
Malik swipes his hand in front of his head several times. "Damn it!"
<Arsenal`> -?
Vander runs around in circles trying to figure out which way leads out 
to the vehicles
<Arsenal`> Steve rolls a 20
<Trent> 17
<Arsenal`> Sergio rolls a 6
<N`Mor> Ars: Likely heightened hearing and scent.. hearing's deadly 
pain for me now, I'm sure. ;)
<Kasia> 6
<Arsenal`> Malik: you rolled a 1
<Vander> 17
<Arsenal`> N'M: You taste something thick in the air.
<N`Mor> 7
<Trent> <ooc> Oh.  Shit.
<Arsenal`> Okay... Kasia, N`Mor, Sergio, and Malik fall asleep.
N`Mor looks around, blinded and deaf. He shouts, "Something does not 
smell right!" Probably futile.
<Malik> <OOC> Gotta go. Damnit. When's next game? :P
<Trent> <ooc> What I said before.
<Arsenal`> Malik: next weekend, prolly...
<Vander> <OOC> I take it my being naturally low to the ground makes me 
less affected by airbourne stuff? :)
<Malik> <OOC> Damned 'rents. :P
N`Mor then wavers, and falls unconcious.
<Arsenal`> yer unconscious...
Kasia blinks a few times, then collapses
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<Arsenal`> Trent, Vander, and Steve roll again, as the taste 
increases...
Vander stops running in circles and calss out everyones' names.
<Vander> "Steve? Trent? N'Mor? Babe?"
<Trent> 17 again
<Arsenal`> Steve rolls a 9... he's zonked.
Vander rubs his eyes, trying to clear them
<Trent> <ooc> Can I hear the short one?
<Arsenal`> nope
<Kasia> <ooc> As soon as I wake up, Van, you're gonna be a head 
shorter. ;P ;)
Trent stays crouched, trying to blink the sparks away.
<Arsenal`> Vander: roll again.
Vander does a more enthusiastic immitation of Ben Stein. "Anybody?! 
Anybody?!"
<Trent> *grumblemuttershouldagottenanenvironmentalsuitmutter*
<Vander> Kasia: <OOC> Heh :)
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
<Trent> Ars: Do I get my save vs toxins bonus?  (had to ask)
<Arsenal`> Trent: yes
<Vander> 20
Kasia dreams sweet hobbit-killing dreams
<Arsenal`> both Vander and Trent are still awake...
<Arsenal`> there is a soft "phut", and you are hit by tasers.
<Arsenal`> roll a 20 again.
<Vander> 6
<Trent> <ooc> WOOHOO!  That's prolly my most ubermunchkined save 
modifier!
<Trent> bonuses?
<Arsenal`> Trent: you got a bonus against electrics?
<Trent> Damn.
<Arsenal`> Vander: you ar shocked unconscious.
<Trent> 19, though.  =)
<Arsenal`> dammit...
Vander feels buzzy, and collapses. "I'm goin' t'buy some cheese!"
Trent plays unconcious.
<Arsenal`> Trent: You feel a tap on your shoulder.
<Arsenal`> scratch that last...
<Arsenal`> Trent: you sense the team being moved, and stripped of 
armor.
<Arsenal`> not to mention disarmed.
N`Mor is never unarmed. %)
<Trent> Damn.  Back to the basics.
<Arsenal`> all: roll a 20 to awaken.
<Vander> 9
<Kasia> 7
Trent is awake. =)
<Arsenal`> Steve rolls a 5
<N`Mor> 17
<Arsenal`> Malik rolls a 14...
<Arsenal`> Sergio rolls a 16.
<Arsenal`> everyone but Steve is awake... and in a cage.
<Trent> *to Kasia and the rest* "I told you so."
Kasia blinks, looks around, sighs
<Vander> Ars: <OOC> Since Sergio's used to being zonked, wouldn't he be 
kinda resistant to sedatives? :)
N`Mor groans, awakening sluggishly.
<Trent> *LOL*
<Arsenal`> Vander: which is why he awakened so easily.
<Kasia> "So I live life on the edge. It's not the first time."
<Vander> "oi! I toldja there was a dragon about!"
Kasia goes over to see iffen she can shake Steve awake - he won't want 
to miss what's coming up.
<Arsenal`> Steve slowly awakens...
<Kasia> "Shut up, shorty."
<Trent> *shrug*  "Let's figure out how to get out of here."
<Kasia> *to Steve* "You okay?"
N`Mor groans at the hobbit. "There was no dragon."
Vander sees if he can slip in between the bars
N`Mor coughs. "Dragons do not use gas."
<Arsenal`> The woman and the elf are standing in front of a trio of 
stones.
<Trent> "Vander.  It wasn't a dragon.  It was just a trap."
Vander looks at the Elf.
<Trent> *to the people over there* "Hey, why'd you do this?"
<Arsenal`> "So this is the third one, Fred?" the woman asks.
Kasia glares at Trent. "They wanted us to buy their Girl Scout 
Cookies?"
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Trent glares back. "Shut up. Just shut up."
Trent takes a good look at the bars, tries to figure out how strong 
they are.
<Arsenal`> The elf nods.  "Yes.  We have the Stones of Protection, 
Vengeance, and Foresight.  The Stones of Distance and Time are still 
out there."
<Kasia> "An elf named Fred. I've seen it all."
<Vander> *to the Elf* "Oi! You! What's up with the Barad-Dur 
treatment?"
<Arsenal`> "Find them," the woman barks.  She turns to face the team.  
"I'll attend to our *guests*."
<N`Mor> *to Trent* "What do you think?"
<Arsenal`> The Elf leaves the room, leaving you facing the woman.
Kasia shakes the bars. "Is this a parody of Final Fantasy? And what's 
with the cage? And the sleepy gas?"
<Trent> *to N'Mor* "I think I'm going to hurt someone."
<Arsenal`> the bars are too strong to bend, even for a Juicer, and too 
close together for Vander to slip out of.
<Vander> "Great! We're dealing with Elves, and no gandalf to rant at!"
<Kasia> *to Trent* "Hurt the hobbit."
<N`Mor> Hmm... if Trent can't bend 'em, no way in hell I can. :)
<Arsenal`> Malik barks, "SHUT! UP! All of you!"
<Trent> "Maybe later"
<Arsenal`> "You're giving me a headache."
<Trent> <ooc> Methinks Ars is trying to tell us something.
N`Mor coughs up lunch and starts chewing.
Vander looks at the woman.
Kasia glares at Malik, then sits and starts rubbing her temples.
<Arsenal`> The woman looks at each one of you in turn.  As she does so, 
you can sense that she's gauging each one of you.
<Trent> *to N'Mor* (whispering) "Can you melt the bars?"
N`Mor looks at the bars thoughtfully.
<Arsenal`> She pauses for a long time on Kasia, before turning to 
N`Mor.
Kasia looks up and glares at the woman.
<Arsenal`> "Don't even try melting the bars, beast," she growls.
<Trent> (whispering) "Maybe later."
N`Mor turns his eyes to the woman, tilting his head.
<Arsenal`> Kasia: you notice a pair of thought patterns behind you.
<Vander> "Garn! Not another Stalker! Please tell me the kid ain'yt a 
Psi-Stalker."
Kasia slowly turns around
<Arsenal`> "I had hoped it wasn't necessary, but I cannot let you 
live," she states.
Trent looks around, seeing what he can see.
Vander looks to see what Kasia's staring at
<Arsenal`> Kasia: a pair of *really* small people are picking the lock 
behind you.
<Trent> <ooc> WTF?
Kasia nods, then goes back to glaring at the woman
N`Mor rises from the floor, walking up to the bars.
<Kasia> "Motie Watchmakers," Kasia mutters under her breath.
<N`Mor> *to the woman* "Why must you kill us?"
<Vander> *to the woman* "So, is this the part where you tell us your 
scheme for world domination? Or are you just looking to conquore 
Munchkinland?"
<Arsenal`> "In order to get the necessary eneries to get me home," the 
woman states, "I will have to kill each and every one of you, one at a 
time."
<Arsenal`> energies, even.
<Trent> "Really.  Try me."
<N`Mor> "If it is all the same to you," N'Mor says, "I would rather 
keep them." An attempt at humor on the minotaur's part.
<Trent> <ooc> I have a feeling that was a bad thing for me to say.
<Arsenal`> "Don't be fooled, young Juicer.  I knew you were, how's the 
phrase go, 'playing possum' the whole time."
<Vander> "Energy? You want energy, no problem. I could whip you up a 
nice hot fusion furnace. that'd give ye all the energy ye'll ever 
need."
<Trent> "So?  I knew the treasure room was a trap.  Deal."
<Arsenal`> The woman shoots the shrimp a sharp look.  "Mystic energy is 
not as easy as your crude technology."
<Vander> *whisper to Steve* We're gonna die."
<Arsenal`> "No amount of technology can open the mystic Rift I need to 
get home."
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
N`Mor snorts. "You will not get much mystic energy from these others."
<Arsenal`> N'Mor, Trent: you hear the sound of a lock opening behind 
you.  
<Kasia> "And we will all go together when we go... all suffused with an 
incandesent glow," Kasia sings.
Trent turns around, looks at where the noise came from
N`Mor 's ears twitch, hearing the noise, but he pretends to not notice 
it.
<Arsenal`> The woman looks at the minotaur. "Maybe not.  But you and 
this child will provide me with the necessary energies to open the 
Rift.  Their energies will keep the Rift open.
<Arsenal`> Trent: the lock to the cage is open.
<Trent> Ars: Anything else moving about out there?
<Kasia> "Oh, great. I get my immolation for a stitch of time to save 
thine."
N`Mor shakes his head. "Why not simply journey to a natural Rift?"
<Arsenal`> Trent: not that you can see.
<Trent> Does the woman seem to notice that the cage is open?
<Arsenal`> Trent: nope... the cage is open behind you, not in front of 
you.
<Arsenal`> and she's concentrating on N`Mor.
<Trent> Good.  =)
Vander moves behind everyone else
Trent creeps out through the open door.
<Arsenal`> "There is only one natural Rift to my home that I know of," 
she explains.  "And even *I* am not suicidal enough to travel to the 
Yucatan."
<Kasia> "Why not? Save us the trouble."
<Arsenal`> "The Yucatan is gone," Malik states flatly.  "Destroyed in 
the Cataclysm."
Vander looks discreetly about the floor for any loose rocks.
<Trent> Ars: I'm assuming they took my boot knife too, right?
<Arsenal`> Trent: *yeep*
<Arsenal`> Trent: you do notice, however, that Malik's SAMAS unit is 
off to the right.
<Vander> *mutters* "Not gonna make a bloody sacrifice outa me!"
<Trent> *grin*
N`Mor shakes his head again and snorts, muttering "The irony" under his 
breath. He moves towards the other end of the cage, away from the door, 
trying to keep her attention. "How did you come to this place? Why do 
you wish to leave?"
Trent gets down on the floor, creeps over to the SAMAS
Vander keeps looking for loose rocks. Throwable rocks. rocks that'll 
really mess up somebody's day, and forehead.
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Kasia jumps to her feet to gai nthe woman's attention. "You're not 
gonna make some cult-sacrifice outta me! If I have to commit hara-kiri, 
I'll do it! But I'm not going to be some satan-worshipper's trip to the 
hereafter!"
<Arsenal`> "Come come, beast.  I happened here by accident, three years 
ago.  I fell through a Rift from home.
<Arsenal`> "And all I want to do is go home.  At any cost."
<Trent> Ars: Anything else over by the SAMAS?
<Arsenal`> Trent: you're at the SAMAS unit... it'll take 15 seconds to 
get inside it... but you see all your weapons and armor behind it.
<N`Mor> "I am familiar with the feeling, I'm sure. But surely you could 
harvest the energy from the Ley Lines?"
Trent grins, *QUITELY* slips on his armor and nifty hat, slinging the 
rest of his gear.
<Arsenal`> "Look around you, beast!  Here in what you call 'Texas', 
there are no ley lines."
N`Mor shrugs. "You do not have to be 'here'."
Trent unslings his rifle, aims at the woman.
<Kasia> "Then *move*, baka!"
<Vander> *to the woman* "So if you want energy, why not knock off your 
Elf friend?"
<Arsenal`> "Besides, I have tracked the five stones I lost years ago to 
this general vicinity."
<Arsenal`> The woman *glares* at Vander.  "I need him to control the 
Rift once it's opened."
<Trent> Ars: does she seem to be wearin' armor?
<Arsenal`> Trent: nope.
<Arsenal`> "In fact, I think I'll start with you, shrimp."
Trent aims at the center of her chest, decides to take the shot
N`Mor tilts his head. "Stones?"
Kasia suddenly glances at Trent, before glaring at the woman again.
<Vander> "Ye'll be bleedin' by th' time ye get me t'yer lousy altar!"
Trent waits a bit.
Vander hock-tooeys at the woman
<Kasia> "Go to it, gal, I don't mind you offing the squirt."
<Arsenal`> "The Stones of Protection, Vengeance, Foresight, Distance, 
and Time.  Seperately, they're powerful in and of themselves.  Brought 
together, they're powers are multiplied a hundredfold."
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Oh, thanx a whole bloody lot!"
N`Mor nods. "And they do..... ?"
N`Mor . o O ( Stall stall stall stall )
<N`Mor> %)
<Kasia> :)
<Vander> heh :)
<Arsenal`> "Think, beast!  I named them for a reason!"
Trent squeezes the trigger.
<Arsenal`> Trent: roll a 20
<Trent> 17 + 4
<Arsenal`> Head-shotted her!
<Arsenal`> Roll for damage
N`Mor suddenly bolts for the open door.
<Vander> "Feel the BANG!: 
<Trent> 13 MD
Vander follows N'Mor
<Arsenal`> that's enough.
<Arsenal`> she's dead.
Kasia bandwagons, hauling Steve along
<Trent> Ars: JSYK, I was aiming for the chest.
<Arsenal`> Malik bolts for the door, then his SAMAS
<Arsenal`> whatever... it was enough.
Vander goes over for a look at the Stones once he's out of the cage
<N`Mor> Don't you just love it when the badguy blabs about about their 
Evil Plan<tm>?
Lance- zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
<N`Mor> :)
<Arsenal`> N`M: *cackle*
<Arsenal`> a little *too* much. :)
<Kasia> N`M: Typical Bond villan. :)
<Vander> N'Mor: <OOC> Yep :)
<Trent> *to everyone* "Hey, all yer stuff is over here!"
Vander grabs the Stones and runs to get his gear
<Arsenal`> Vander: The Stones are engraved with runes.
Kasia stares between her stuff and the Stones, undecided, before 
following for her stuff.
<Vander> "Oi! Somebody gimme a hand wit' these!"
N`Mor realizes for the first time that his pants are with his gear too. 
He groans, quickly fetching up his cloak.
<Arsenal`> n'M: *chuckle*
<Arsenal`> take 5 guys, and/or bolt for the door... you *will* pass the 
gem pile on the way out.
<N`Mor> Mmmm, jems. :9
Kasia grabs her gun and knife, then bolts for the door to see if she 
can find the jewelry.
Kasia finds the jewelry, acts like Bill Gates in the NYSE
Vander get into his armour and makes sure his weapons are primed
Trent follows Kasia, abiet more cautiosly.
N`Mor fetches the rest of his gear, and stalks for the way out. He 
passes by the pile of dosh, and even he can't resist helping himself.
<Arsenal`> On your way out, you see a Glitter Boy wandering through the 
caves, kinda-sorta lost.
Trent takes a few larger gems and some of the gold.
<Arsenal`> Lance: your cue.
Vander follows Trent, bringing the Stones with him
<Trent> *to Vander* "I can carry those, if you want."
Vander stops to nab some gold and gems
Lance- is looking down at feet
<Vander> *to Trent* "Thanx." *hands the Stones to Trent
<Arsenal`> Malik pauses, spotting the Glitter Boy.  "We got company!"
N`Mor fills one of his pouches with gold coins, and several jewels. One 
sparkling rock is as big as his fist.
Lance- looks up "what the hell"
Vander trains his laser rifle on the GB
N`Mor looks up, quickly raising his C-27. The rifle whines as it 
charges.
<Arsenal`> "Don't shoot!" Steve yells.
<Trent> "Shit!  Where'd this guy come from?!?"
<Vander> "Whattayamean 'Don't shoot'?!"
Kasia glances up, agrees with he runt for once.
<Lance-> my gun has gotton dirt on it
<Arsenal`> "He hasn't made any hostile moves yet.  If he draws that 
Boom Gun, *then* open fire."
<Lance-> dam it to hell
<Trent> *to Steve* "Agreed."
N`Mor stares down the length of his rifle, holding it single-fisted, 
like a pistol.
<Lance-> now i have to re clean it
Vander keeps his rifle pointed at the GB, and scoops up s'more gold and 
gems
<Trent> *to Lance* "Who the hell are you?"
Kasia goes back to grabbing treasure
Vander loads his pockets with Glittering Prizes[tm]
Kasia keeps one ear open for hostilities
<N`Mor> *to Kasia* All that weight will slow you."
<Kasia> "Shut up, cow."
N`Mor quirks an eyebrow. "'Cow'?"
Vander finishes grabbing gold stuff, and returns to a watchful state
<Lance-> Who are you
Lance- positions for defence
<Kasia> "Bull, then, lots of it."
<Vander> *to Lance* "We're th' good guys! Who're you?"
N`Mor snorts at the female.
Kasia <ooc> Watches the entire party be Vorlons. I shoulda guessed.
<Lance-> " a good guy I hope"
<Trent> "I asked first.  And don't try it.  I've already taken out one 
GB today."
<Vander> "Whattayawant?"
Kasia finally stops filling her pockets and turns to the GB. "What do 
you want?"
N`Mor <ooc> mocks the shadow-grrl.
<Trent> <ooc> How so?
<Kasia> Van: You're learning, hobbit. ;)
<N`Mor> *groan* ;)
<Arsenal`> Malik mutters, "Those markings are Lazlo militia.  He's no 
friend of mine."
<Vander> heh :)
<Vander> "OK, people! If Malik doesn't like him, then he can be 
trusted!"
<Trent> *to Malik* "Neither are most of US."
<Trent> *to Vander* "Amen!"
N`Mor eyes the short one.
<Arsenal`> Steve can't help but suppress a smile.
<Lance-> "I dont want any thing I M JUST TEMPORELLY MISPLASED"(LOST)
Kasia smirks. "Have to agree, runt. For once."
<Trent> "Why are you in this cave?"
<Lance-> I dont want any problems
<Vander> "Why are you here?"
<Arsenal`> Steve looks at the team... "Let's get outside, *then* deal 
with him."
<Lance-> I dont know yet 
<Vander> <OOC> Being Lorien, now %)
<Vander> *to Steve* "Roit!"
<N`Mor> <ooc> "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here? Where 
are you going?" ;)
Vander books it to the outside
<Trent> "Good idea steve."  *follows the runt*
<Lance-> I was on patrol and fell through a rift
Kasia <ooc> Watches WS2 be a fan-atic s'more
N`Mor makes his way out of the cave, keeping his rifle trained on the 
Glitterboy.
<Lance-> " can you'all tell me where i am
<Trent> *to Lance* "Texas."
<Lance-> "How in the hell did i wind up here"
<Vander> *to Lance* "You got sucked thru too, huh? That party's 
growing."
<Vander> *to Lance* "Rifts don't care where they set ye down. they 
pretty much do it at random, like Chaos Storms."
<Arsenal`> Steve, Malik, and Sergio cautiously head for the door.
<Lance-> " so now what"
N`Mor waits outside for the others, counting his loot
<Kasia> "You prolly were set down by a tornado. Don't worry, though we 
might have some problems finding ruby slippers your size, we'll getcha 
back home when hell freezes over."
<Vander> *to Lance* for now, let's just get the 'eck outa here!"
<Arsenal`> N'M: you all grabbed 5D8x1000 dollars worth of loot
<Trent> *to Steve* "Let's get these stones back to the people they 
belong to."
Kasia grabs a few more handfuls of loot, then leaves.
Vander gets to his Hog and revs it up.
<Lance-> I have to get back to my patrol the situation is hot i just 
axed 4 shits"
<Trent> 24,000 dollars!
<Arsenal`> Malik looks at Lance.  "It's a long way to Lazlo."
N`Mor hrmms.. only 20,000 :P ;)
<Vander> $ %)24,000
<Kasia> Ars: Each?
<Arsenal`> Kasia: yeah.... each
<Lance-> <vander> "since I have no where to go fast mind if i tg along 
for a while"
Kasia hath no D8
<Arsenal`> Kasia: you got a d4?
<Trent> *to everyone* "We can talk more comfortably in town.  Let's 
go."
<Kasia> Ars: Yeah... that'll do.
Kasia stuffs the loot in her trunk to count later, then starts up the 
bug.
<Arsenal`> "I agree," Steve stated. "Let's roll."
Lance- just standing confused
<Trent> Kasia: The bug is in town.  Ye rode with Steve.
<Kasia> Okee.
<Kasia> $29,000 :9
<Trent> *to Lance* "Just follow us."
<Vander> *to Lance* "Sure. Let's go."
N`Mor starts up his rig, and somehow manages to peel out, coating 
Vander with dust.
<Arsenal`> Kasia:  You notice two thought patterns *really* nearby.
Kasia shoves everything in her pockets, tehn frowns at the ticklish 
thoughts
<Lance-> " so where are we headed"
Trent lights his jump pack, passes by N'Mor.
<Vander> *to Lance* "Just follow us."
<Arsenal`> "A small town, thirty miles away."  this from Steve
Vander peels off after N'Mor
<Lance-> ?me folowing vandor
<Arsenal`> Guys, I'm gonna hafta end this... I'll pour over the logs 
and divvy out experience.
<Kasia> Okee.
<Trent> Okee.
<Vander> Roit
<Vander> Start the next session at the town?
<Arsenal`> suffice to say, the trip back to town was uneventful.
Kasia lets the thoughts follow her, gets into Steve's tank and waits 
through the ride back to town.
<Arsenal`> *nod*
<Vander> OK
*** Log file closed: 12/6/98 12:46:27 AM